How it began

I had just finished my first year of junior high. My neighbor, who lived one street over was a grade ahead of me. Our houses shared an alley behind our garages.

We often played on the roofs of the garages and in the alley. Down the
street was a park that meandered along a creek. It was an even better
place to play and explore. We chipped fossils from the limestone, watched frog eggs hatch into tadpoles and reveled in the magic of that place. There was a large drainage culvert that emptied into the creek. It only ran when it
rained, catching storm water from the street above. The culvert was long
and dark - a fun place to explore: not wide enough to stand up so you
had to crouch.

One day crouching in the culvert, my neighbor asked me if
I wanted to see something. I said, "What?" He said, "I'll show you." He
stretched out on his back, unfastened his shorts and pulled them down. I
saw that he had a bulge in his underwear that was getting larger as I
watched. He pulled down his briefs and soon had a full erection. He said,
"How do you like my boner?" I had never seen someone else's before but watching
his I felt my penis stirring in my own pants. Then he said, "Wanna see
what I can do with it?" I was intrigued and said sure. He grasped his
erect penis and began to stroke it up and down slowly. Then he spit on
it and stroked a little faster, then faster yet. Finally, he moaned out
loud and a fountain of liquid came out of his penis. It wasn't yellow
like pee, but white and thicker. He was panting as more shot out and
spattered his penis and chest. I had never seen anything like it before.
"What was that?" I said. "Sperm," he replied. I was captivated and had
forgotten about my own bulge watching him work his boner like that. Just
then we heard some voices; my neighbor quickly pulled up his underwear
and shorts and we slid out of the culvert and back to the creek.

Later, at home, alone in my bedroom on my top bunk, what I had seen in the
culvert was still vivid in my mind. I had to do it. I slipped my shorts
and underwear off and soon had a boner of my own - hands free just
thinking about my neighbor. I did as he did and began to stroke my penis
up and down. It felt like nothing I had felt before. I kept stroking but nothing happened.

The next day I saw my neighbor again. We
went back to the culvert and I told him what had happened when I tried
to do it. He told me the same thing had happened to him when he first
tried it. I said, "Maybe you can show me again in
case I didn't do it right". He quickly slipped off his shorts, pulled
his boner from his underwear and began to stroke. I asked him, "What do
you call it?" He said it's called 'jacking off'. Again, after a few
minutes he showered sperm like before, then said, "It's your turn now". I
was a little apprehensive as I had never taken my clothes off with
anyone else before except in the showers at school. But I felt my boner growing, so took off my pants
and underwear and started stroking my penis. It was hard, like his, but I
stroked and stroked and nothing happened. He said, "Keep trying, it will
come."

I began jacking off in my bed every night. After many sessions, I had
rubbed a raw spot on my penis; it hurt, but I didn't want to stop. I found a jar of
vaseline in the bathroom cabinet and took it to my bedroom. I started
using it on my penis. It felt so good and I could keep stroking
for much longer than when I was doing it dry.

Then one night it happened. I had been jacking for a long time and felt
something stirring low down inside me, then a sudden rush up my penis
which erupted into a volcano of sperm, my very first sperm. It landed
everywhere, coating my penis, splashed on my chest, and on my face. I
rubbed it all over my chest, my penis, my scrotum and tasted it. Wow.
My brother, in the lower bunk, woke up briefly and asked me if everything

was alright. I assured him it was and fell sound
asleep slathered in my own sperm.